“Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart abide.Calm be the voice, the aspect bold, No shuddering pass o’er lip or brow,For why should Innocence be told The pangs that guilty spirits bow? “The loving eye that watches thine Close as …
Tag: Grief
Poetry: Longfellow – Snow-flakes
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression,Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels.This is …
Madelyn Rose Craig 